Yan Zhen felt a bit tipsy after downing the Qi Supplementing Wine. With Mentor Yu Xuan egging him on, his emotions surged, leaving him super hyped. He didn’t even realize he’d slipped into the wrong gap. His five toes wriggled like little caterpillars, teasing “Mentor Wife.”
Strangely, Mentor Yu Xuan seemed prepared this time around. She held her ground well—even when he unleashed the subtle force of Tai Chi Shock, she stayed perfectly composed. She even had the presence of mind to shoot him a glare.
That really fired up Yan Zhen’s competitive streak. Buzzed from the alcohol and feeling bold as brass, he suddenly thrust forward, pressing his toes into the fertile ground.
The Family Head Yu Lu arched her waist and let out a faint grunt, as if she’d taken an arrow to the back. Her pretty face flushed visibly, just like someone who’d had too much to drink.
No one noticed anything off about her.
Mentor Yu Xuan was locked in a playful tussle with Yan Zhen. Shui Bailan pretended to watch the images on the screen but was really stealing glances at Yan Zhen’s face. Elder Yu Yan had one hand hooked around Yan Zhen’s arm while clutching a wine bottle with the other, gulping it down heartily. Dean Yu Qing, meanwhile, happily dipped food into the soy sauce dish right in front of Yan Zhen.
The Family Head Yu Lu didn’t dare make a fuss. She just clamped her legs together tightly and quietly grabbed Yan Zhen’s ankle with one hand, trying to stop him from causing more chaos.
If she’d used her full strength, Yan Zhen wouldn’t have budged. But afraid of drawing attention, she only applied a bit of force, hoping he’d take the hint and back off.
Yan Zhen thought she was Mentor Yu Xuan, though, so of course he didn’t retreat. Instead, he took it as part of the fun. Even with his ankle gripped, his toes moved freely, scratching at her like a cat’s paws.
The Family Head Yu Lu had never been through anything like this. Her delicate brows furrowed, her beautiful eyes grew misty, and her right hand clenched the chopsticks tightly. She endured the strange, terrifying sensation with all her might, as if suffering some Mystic humiliation.
Yan Zhen had figured his moves would make Mentor Yu Xuan beg for mercy, but she remained unmoved—as if silently mocking him:
That all you got? You wuss!
Direct attacks weren’t working. Time to play dirty!
Zzzzt.
Yan Zhen summoned his Wind-Thunder Crystal Fire. Purple electric arcs danced lightly, striking that precise spot with pinpoint accuracy.
The key was that it was exactly where the Family Head Yu Lu’s vital gate lay in her cultivation art.
The lightning pierced right through the vital gate.
In that instant, the Family Head Yu Lu felt a tremor from the depths of her soul. An overwhelming wave of ecstasy crashed over her like a tidal surge, nearly driving her mad.
Clack.
Her chopsticks dropped onto the table. Unable to hold back any longer, the Family Head Yu Lu let out a shrill cry. Vast Water Mystic Force surged within her, forming a veil of watery mist that draped over her body.
Yan Zhen was the first to react. He suddenly sensed a connection forming between himself and the Family Head Mother-in-Law. He could freely tap into her Mystic Power and even control her actions.
His face went pale. Sobriety hit him like a bucket of cold water. He’d gotten the wrong person—and now he’d caused a massive disaster!
Whoosh!
Yan Zhen yanked his leg back. The tips of his toes were slick and warm.
Her sharp cry startled the other four women in the room. They all turned toward the Family Head Yu Lu at once and saw her Mystic Power boiling violently, as if she’d gone into Qi Deviation.
Moments later, though, all the power converged back toward her Dantian. It formed a rune shaped like the character for “rain,” then sank into her clothes.
The Family Head Yu Lu slumped weakly over the table, gasping for breath. Her face was flushed crimson, her eyes unfocused, as if her soul had fled her body.
Mentor Yu Xuan panicked.
“Mother, what’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Don’t scare me like this!”
Shui Bailan looked shocked too. Her sister-in-law’s state reminded her of that certain something, but she didn’t dare confirm it.
Only Dean Yu Qing and Elder Yu Yan thought of the word “vital gate.” Their expressions changed dramatically. They immediately set aside what they were doing and hurried to Second Sister’s side—one to support her, the other to check her pulse.
It took a good while before Elder Yu Yan finally opened her eyes, her face grave.
Everyone stared at her.
“Xiao Lu’s vital gate has been breached,” she said. “And it just happened.”
“How could this be?” Dean Yu Qing couldn’t believe it. “That’s impossible!”
Mentor Yu Xuan found it equally unbelievable. After all, a cultivation art’s vital gate was buried deep inside. Even they themselves could barely sense its exact location. It only emerged during intercourse—when passions ran high.
Shui Bailan’s sharp gaze turned to Yan Zhen.
From the results, her sister-in-law’s vital gate had indeed been breached. The only one who could do that was a man—and the only man present…
The other three women realized it too. Eight pairs of eyes locked onto Yan Zhen.
Yan Zhen curled into a ball and raised one hand timidly.
“Sorry. It wasn’t on purpose.”
His admission hit the four women like a thunderbolt. For a moment, they couldn’t process it.
“What exactly happened, Yan Zhen?” Mentor Yu Xuan said, her voice rising in agitation. “Why—why did you breach Mother’s vital gate?”
“You little punk!” Dean Yu Qing pointed at Yan Zhen furiously. “Second Sister’s been so good to you, and you pull a sneak attack on her? You—you’re gonna give me a heart attack!”
Elder Yu Yan held back her younger sister and said calmly,
“Everyone, stay calm. Let’s hear what Little Yan Zhen has to say first.”
Yan Zhen felt like this time, he was truly done for.
“I—it was an accident. I thought it was Mentor Yu Xuan.”
Hearing that, Mentor Yu Xuan—who had started it all—understood in a flash and flushed with embarrassment.
Seeing Great-Aunt and Little Aunt staring at her, Mentor Yu Xuan bowed her head and explained.
“I… I was just messing around with Yan Zhen…”
The three elder beauties rolled their eyes after hearing the full story, half-amused, half-exasperated by the antics of the young couple.
Messing around, huh? Well played. The two lovebirds were fine, but they’d gone and wrecked Mother (Mother-in-Law) instead.
The music, songs, and dances from beyond the screen drowned out the commotion in the private room. No one outside noticed a thing.
Elder Yu Yan sighed and gave instructions.
“First, take Xiao Lu upstairs to rest. We’ll decide what to do once she wakes up. You two—head to a room upstairs and stay put. No running off! Bailan, keep an eye on them.”
It was the first time Yan Zhen had ever seen the usually gentle Elder Great-Aunt scold him. He nodded pitifully, feeling hard done by.
The group moved to rooms on the second floor.
The second floor had two rows of rooms—or more precisely, two large suites divided into ten smaller ones, all connected. Sliding a door open led right to the next room.
Elder Yu Yan and Dean Yu Qing settled the Family Head Yu Lu in the central Room 3. Yan Zhen and Mentor Yu Xuan went to the adjacent Room 2 to stand in the corner and reflect on their actions, with Shui Bailan supervising.
Everyone’s moods were a tangled mess.
Mentor Yu Xuan badly wanted to chew out Yan Zhen for his stupidity, but one look at his dejected face softened her heart. Knowing he was already beating himself up, she pulled him into a tight hug and said nothing.
Yan Zhen had braced for a tongue-lashing from Mentor Yu Xuan. He hadn’t expected silence, so he spoke up first.
“I’m sorry, Mentor. I’ve let you all down.”
Mentor Yu Xuan shook her head.
“Wait till Mother wakes up…”
Shui Bailan watched them with a distant gaze, lost in her own thoughts.
